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THE PASSING OF NORHALA.
Hundreds of feet through must have been the fallen mass--within it who knows what chambers filled with mysteries?
Yes, thousands of feet thick it must have been, for the debris of it splintered and lashed to the very edge of the ledge on which we crouched; heaped it with the dimming fragments of the bodies that had formed it.
We looked into a thousand vaults, a thousand spaces.

There came another avalanche roaring--before us opened the crater of the cones.
Through the torn gap I saw them, clustering undisturbed about the base of that one slender, coroneted and star pointing spire, rising serene and unshaken from a hell of lightnings.

But the shields that had rimmed the crater were gone.
Ventnor snatched the glasses from my hand, leveled and held them long to his eyes.
He thrust them back to me.

"Look!" Through the lenses the great hall leaped into full view apparently only a few yards away.